Bankrupt Remix by Cuban Doll Feat. Lil Baby & Lil Yachty
Released : 2018
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a *** about no ***
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that *** ugly what the *** you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke ***, always holding out your hand
I’m a real ***
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that *** again, ayy
*** a role we speak facts
If a lame *** talking I won’t even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a *** see that, aye
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
I’m a real *** I can’t fake ***
You a *** *** you don’t shake ***
You just figured it out bruh you late ***
You a broke *** you ain’t got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t ***
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
*** you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coupe is prayin’
223 cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, *** drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I *** hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Bro used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] *** was foreign
Killin’ ***, sendin’ these hoes to the corner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a *** up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out *** if you ain’t tryna make me ***?
Stupid ass ***, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can *** you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clip round my chest like a motherfuckin’ satchel
[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
*** you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
*** you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
100 bottles, no sparklers, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its ***
Love the ***, I slap the ***, we on some different ***
This *** didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a *** scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the *** team
The old *** team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
*** you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
*** you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
*** all them niggas we gon’ *** up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, *** you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
